SHATTERED PIECESA Poem by Len Williams Carverpoetry
Touch me not, I will as a pain of glass ~shatter
Tears are flowing unable to cease Pane felt all consuming ~ no decrease Chains wrapped about me Squeezing lifes breath from me Giving up God~ take me end this pane Release me from this fragile state Touched I will shatter No one else to pick up the Pieces of me. © 2013 Len Williams Carver |
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